I have a couple of blogs. I like to write and I attempted to get my family to read at least some of my blogs. The only reader that was loyal was my mom. But she lost interest at some point. The thing about her losing interest is that it becomes permanent. My mom never went back to my blogs once she lost interest. She could have checked back and glanced at the blogs she missed and picked some to read but she did not.

I had a couple of blogs when I tried Internet Marketing. That was a joke. I had four sales and about 6 blogs which I posted to daily. I also joined groups and chat rooms to market the products I had that no one wanted to pay for. And the products were not even expensive. If they could get them for free they would have gotten the products. But they would have never used them. After a while I came to the conclusion that the potential customers preferred being damaged so they could have something to whine about. They wanted to be the type that no one could understand.

My best blogs were on Yahoo 360. I even had a slight following. That following could have been in my head. However, Yahoo 360 closed and moved. I do not understand the new site nor do I want to learn it. I did not publicize my Yahoo 360 blogs because some were political. I did not want my politics to get in the way of my Internet Marketing. I can officially now say that I took Internet Marketing way too seriously.

Then I discovered Salon. I like Salon the site. I like the word “Salon.” I think the site has some weight and integrity. I decided that this would be where my current blog would be. I signed up and checked out the site. I signed up in June and posted nothing until July. I had an excellent reason for the delay time between signing up and posting. I was intimidated. The blogs I read were too good. They were wonderful. They were witty, clever, sharp, sparkling and piquant. And they had illustrations. I got writers block when I read your blogs. They were too good and I was too mundane. And I am awful with illustrations.

I was really was displeased with my past two blogs. I wanted them to be witty in the Truman Capote fashion but I had a cause and witty would have been inappropriate. I was disappointed with how they turned out but I had to get my feet wet. I had to get over my writers block which I rarely experience. I usually have a list of topics I want to cover and I usually have a lot to say about them. Yet once I went to Salon my ideas stopped and my mind went blank. I even told people about this and they tried to help by saying your blogs were probably not that great. That type of aid did nothing for me because I knew the pithiness of your blogs. The writers block remained. And now it is leaving because it feels comfortable to talk about writers block with writers. Of course that could also be another far out conclusion I have reached that has no footing in reality. Does it matter? Reality is so contrived and made up any way that it is probably best to ignore it. It is okay to use reality when you are talking with people that you are trying to get away from because they will never get you. Those type of people like to hear about reality.

BARBARA MY FRIEND

So I guess I will close with a true story. I have a friend Barbara. I like her but I also get pissed at her. My daughter said we argue like sisters. I had no idea because I am an only child. The other day I called her up because I was very excited about something and wanted to tell her all about it in detail. She said she just got in and was unloading her car and would call me back soon, Before she informed me of this I did get the chance to say to her, “I am very excited. I am no longer in constant pain.” So she knew how important what it was I had to say to her. She called me back and said, “You have three minutes to talk because I am gong to a dead zone for my cell.” After she spoke those words the line went dead. I never got to tell her about the wonderful thing that happened to me.

I thought that friends share these special things. I also thought that even if you are not interested in your friend's special things you pretend really well that you are. You share stuff with them especially something earth shattering.

She called me back a few days later. I was not going to call her back. I told her that I was upset with what she did. She said she was truly sorry and can I please accept her sincere apology. She was sincere so I said sure and it was all over. Then I started to tell her about the end of my pain and she said. “Yeah. Yeah but I have to tell you what Bubba (her dog) did.” What could I say. I got the sincere apology but not the attention I wanted. I guess the jokes on me. We are the way we are. We are the way we are. Goodnight Gracie.